Day 51 & 52 - Vomit, Locusts & Leather Chaps

On my way out of the stadium on Friday night, I was in a hurry to get around to the other side of the stadium to meet up with a few friends. The sidewalks were crowded and it was tough to maneuver through everyone...then I nearly stepped into a puddle of puke. Vomit was all over the ground...someone must have done a great job of projecting that...cause it had splattered around in a radius of 6-7 feet. Thank God I was looking down...I did see a few people walk right through it...which nearly made me gag. The site/sound/thought of puke makes me gag. It was tough to even write this paragraph...

The heat was harsh on Friday and Saturday night's games. I haven't felt the effects of the heat as bad as I did this weekend. I had to stop every section just about to take a drink and wipe the sweat from my face.

As I was walking out of the parking garage on Saturday, I had a sudden thought in my mind that we were about to be facing plagues of locusts.


I've lived in the country before, but I've never seen a locust as big as this one! It was still there when I got back to the garage Saturday night. I think it waved to me.

After thinking through how having plagues would effect the world today in my head...I was walking through the parking lot next to the stadium where the old stadium used to be...that's when I saw over half of the parking lot full of Harleys. I guess there was some big promotion/sponsor by Harley Davidson for the game. Usually I'll see plenty of fans bring gloves to the games, but I've never seen so much leather in the stands as I did on Saturday night.

I saw so many leather chaps & biker chicks (not the hot ones either...the kind that could beat me up and). There were numerous women supportn' the dike spike...women that had hair much shorter than me. I saw a few dudes with pony tails that were a few feet long. It was insane.

I know I posted a new poll recently...I encourage you to vote...and be sure to check back here on Tuesday for a special blog where I'll be sharing this area with a guest blogger. Together we will tackle the topic of "Flirting: is it okay if it gets you a bigger tip?" This has been a topic that has been on my mind for awhile and with the upcoming away series for the Cards, I want to still give you something to read and ponder.

Totals thus far:
73 Bags of Cracker Jacks
130 Bottles of Water
213 Bags of Peanuts
3139 Bottles of Beer

Day 49 - Shaq-attack & Green Day

Yeah, the big goof on the the mound...that's Shaq. If you haven't watched any SportsCenter...then you don't know about how Shaq challenged Pujols to a homerun derby. Pujols just replied with, "good luck." I always thought Pujols was a big dude...but Shaq...well, he towered over Pujols standing next to him.

I need to say a quick thank you to Green Day. They were in concert last night at the Scott Trade Center and several of the beer men were working there instead of the Cards game. This allowed for much higher than normal sales with the few of us guys that were in our commissary. Green Day, thank you!

I honestly don't have any stories from last night. I could complain about the heat...but I'm not gonna. It's summer. It's supposed to be hot. Not to mention, we are in the mid-west...it's supposed to be humid. Ah, the joys of sweating off 5 lbs a game...(i'm not joking).

Totals thus far:
73 Bags of Cracker Jacks
114 Bottles of Water
205 Bags of Peanuts
2901 Bottles of Beer

Day 31 - A booming voice?

As I pulled into the parking garage today, she was standing there, and she looked pissed off more than ever...that's right folks, it was the lady who accepts tips.

I was ready to just snap on her for her stupid comment before...but luckily for her, she was exceptionally rude and didn't say a single word to me...in fact, she didn't even look at me! I called off the air strike and pulled the guns back and yelled out "hold your fire"...today was not her day to get an earful from me...

As I mentioned in my previous blog, the food vendors that were in Commissary 240 were causing plenty of chaos tonight. I've never seen so many kids...act...like...kids...they were fighting over who got to have a cotton-candy pole, who was going to sell peanuts since there were only a few peanut buttons and you can't sell an item without a button.

I decided to take matters into my own hands...because like I mentioned last night, I was not wanting to be thrown off my balance without a bag of nuts over my shoulder. So I went to another commissary and got a peanut button so I could at least have something over my shoulder to help me catch my balance. It might be more of a psychological thing, but I claim that even having two or three bags of peanuts in the bag, helps me catch my balance.

So I got to sell water, peanuts and beer.

I usually put my beer and water/soda on ice at least 30 minutes before going out into the stands....and with the heat index of 98...i decided to stay inside as long as possible while my beer is on ice.

While I was selling my first beers of the night, I noticed the coolness of my beer tub...I don't mean as in how it looked, but the temperature. It was like how you see steam rising up off of something...well it was so cold in my tub, when i lifted the lid from my beer, it was awesome!

I made a sale and typically after I finish a sale, I'll yell out my beer call from right there...the gentleman I just sold a beer to looks at me and says, "you have a very booming voice. impressive. do you practice that in front of the bathroom mirror?" I was shocked. The mute beer man finally got his voice back. I could tell I was projecting much better today. I assured him that I do not practice in front of the bathroom mirror...I practice in my car on my way to work....just kidding...or am I?

I didn't do that well tonight. No one did. The heat doesn't help either...I wouldn't have minded sweating off 5 pounds tonight if beer sales were better than what they were!

I had one guy ask me if I was sweating enough. I had sweat pouring down my face and dropping down onto the cardboard top of the case of beer in my beer tub. I wish they had air conditioned uniforms for us to wear!

Yeah for tomorrow's heat index of 105...wonder if I'll sweat off 5 more pounds?

Totals thus far:
49 Bottles of Water
56 Bags of Cracker Jacks
125 Bags of Peanuts
1717 Bottles of Beer